Smooth, dark legs vanish

Beneath a tossing wave of

Pink satin.

Plummeting into this private underworld,

Where darkness rushes in like water,

Filling the space between

Two slipping, sprawling bodies,

Immersed in their desperate struggle to overcome one another.

Plumped lips, and quivering fingers

Sabotage every second guess,

And the urge to scream

Explodes within her,

Manifesting itself not in sound,

But in the center of her warm, relentless grip,

Pulling them both down, down,

Into the land beyond ecstasy.